And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.

But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.

I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.

We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are.

He was very weary: the day had been long, and full of dragons. And the way ahead grew dark.

Dragons think we are amusing. But they remember Erreth-Akbe. They speak of him as if he were a dragon, not a man.

The question is always the same with a dragon: will he talk with you or will he eat you?

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.